Remember that time you really wanted to bang that hot girl oh-so-good but things just didn't work out the way you planned? The other day I compared the Mansfield show where the sound cut out during Wolfman's brother to coitus interruptus. It was like that time you had that girl you totally had the hots for and you really wanted to show her a really, really good time but then right in the middle of some of your best lovemaking someone came in and turned the lights on. Sure, after that person went away and you and her got back to doing it you did your best, but you didn't really get a chance to do it quite the way you envisioned because of that interruption. And you promised yourself that the next time you were alone with her, you were going to give that girl the good f'ing that you both deserved. You were going to do her reaaaalll good. She was definitely going to leave satisfied.

Well, that was the Hartford show last night: It was the good fucking we all deserved. Phish did us from the front, they did us from behind, they showed us all their moves, and we came again and again and still begged for more. It was glorious. Not a single low moment, not a single song that didn't seem to fit. It was all just balls to the wall awesome. From the foreplay of Pigtail all the way to the post-coital cuddling of Loving Cup.
Incredible, incredible night. I left oh so satisfied. Oh so very satisfied. Thank you Phish for a night this girl will never forget. I definitely enjoyed myself. (Instagram @sassmerch)